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The sounds of a somber melody played in the background of Samaels dimly lit room. He lay lounging on a chaise, wine glass filled with blood, swirled around the way most humans do before taking a sip of their sweet red nectar. Only candlelight was allowed into the room, dark black flames burning on red candlesticks that were peppered around the room. His master had seemed...off the last time they spoke, as if the Angel of Death himself, would need to reap his own soul. It was an impossible thought, not a single soul, or soulless creature has ever defeated Azazel. 

Samael turned to face a black mirror on his wall. The obsidian slate reflected only one thing, and that was The Fallen Kingdom. Indeed even his masters intellect was outstanding, he had devised a trick so wicked that had anyone been able to defeat the fearsome trio, they still wouldnt get to the next level of the castle. The mirror showed the fields of flowers, all the marigolds blooming their golden hue, the small building in which trespassers would enter, and Abaddon. Dutifully waiting for the next victim to enter. Samael took another sip as he sat up on the chaise, gazing into the mirror.

A message suddenly appeared, breaking Samaels concentration on the mirror in order to better listen. It was the Barons' voice, calling for heightened security as the guards stepped away and met in the Scrying Chamber. [color=9e0b0f]"Now what could they want? Surely without Azazel here I cannot erect the dead, nor am I capable of commanding them."[/color] Samael tapped his fingers against his chin, the sound of leather smacking soft flesh. Finally he stood and faced the mirror once more. [color=9e0b0f]"Pardom for the intrusion but it will appear we are needed."[/color] Samael stepped into a shadow and appeared directly behind Abaddon, within his shadow. Samael quickly ducked as the creature swung their great axe at him. [color=9e0b0f]"Calm yourself Abaddon it is only me. We are needed and for that I must set up defenses."[/color] Samael called upon his vampire familia to stand and guard the area should anything besides them enter. The shadowy figures nodded as the spread amongst the fields and surrounded the small building. With that Samael threw up a large shadow with the wave of his hands, stepping one foot in and holding his hand our for Abaddon to grab. [color=9e0b0f]"Come now, we are needed, and it is rude to leave others waiting."[/color]

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The fields music continued to play as it had every day since its creation. There was something to he said about Azazel and his taste in...anything really. Though this house of horrors was sure to give anyone a fright, this room was quite different. The music was whimsical and uplifting, which Azazel would argue was the perfect music to be had when dancing with death and his army of undead. Abaddon did quite enjoy the song as it gave a serene atmosphere to them and their master. To any intruders however, well the flowers made sure it would be a different tale all together. They made others fears come to life, the undead seemed more terrifying than ever, the field decayed and unholy, the sky appeared cracked and bleeding, and the music slowed down to an eerie melody that would only serve to haunt any intruders dreams. Abaddon stood there dutifully, hands crossed atop the pommel of the great axe, of which he used for support when standing still.

The peace was soon disturbed by the Barons message, to which Abaddon stood up straight, getting a grip onto his axes handle, when suddenly a figure appeared behind him. With great swiftness Abaddon swung his axe at Samael nearly missing him. [color=7bcdc8]You're getting faster there old friend. Or is it I have become too predictable?"[/color] the mouths all spoke at once, giving Abaddons deep voice a thunderous boom each time he spoke. Samael said his piece as abaddon nodded.[color=7bcdc8] "So it would appear. I trust in our commanders scheme and that it will keep any intruders safetly at bay in this room. Now then comrade, shall we go see what it is they have called us for?"[/color] 

The pair drifted into the darkness only to appear in a shadow of the Scrying Room behind the others. First Samel came out with soft, unheard steps. Behind him appeared Abaddon as the dark portal closed, showing the giant brute whose eyes glowed as his hood remained on. In unison they both took a knee before Volaris, keeping their heads bowed until spoken to. Samael with one arm crossed over his stomach to signify a bow as well while Abaddon held one hand gripped onto his axe while he knelt. Neither spoke until spoken to.